Gypsy Curse (Monthly tale - 18) X

(Woman into fly)*

A tent made of purple fabric surrounded by the shadows of a dusk that still didn’t want to arrive, at the edge of the forest, underneath the long branches of the trees.

It was set apart from the rest of the country fair, but not hidden well enough to remain unseen, yet not many people were lured by it’s spooky mystic, nor by the sign planted in the soil by the entrance: Mistress Vadoma - Gypsy Medium

A petite brownish goat complete with heavy udders was tied to that sign, mindlessly munching a blue ribbon and with a selling price hanging around her neck.

The goat made Tammy wrinkle her nose, she was standing in front of the tent with her friend, her arms crossed over her chest, covering her silver medallion, with a not very happy expression of scepticism on her face.

“This is stupid...” she grunted.

Her friend, Gina, was at her side, wearing golden earrings and feeling less ambivalent in her willingness to enter the tent.

“It will be fun!” she proclaimed, hopefully.

Tammy sighed.

“It will suck!”

“Stop being such a party pooper!”

Gina began to push Tammy towards the entrance, Tammy reluctantly agreed and the goat moved slightly out of the path of the two young women.

The fabric was pulled open, the girls moved inside.

Despite the small space, illuminated by an oil lamp, it was completely cluttered with stuff that Gina might call fascinating but which Tammy would point out as trash.

Shelves filled with pots, plants and oozing jars, dream-catchers hanging from the ceiling, banners filled with runes on the cloth walls, in the middle a round table with a purple tablecloth, surrounded by stools.

All impregnated by the strong musky smoke of the incense burning by the side of a crystal ball.

Gina looked around, gasping in surprise at the frog trapped in slime inside one of the jars, Tammy stayed near the entrance, crossing her arms more tightly.

Bells and jingles rang, the fabric at the back of the tent moved.

Mistress Vadoma stepped into the scene.

She was the living epitome of a Romanian woman.

Too tall for the small tent, wearing a long busty dress that showed her busty bust with it’s ample tits, just slightly chubby and with wide hips, long curly ebony hair wrapped in an orange headscarf, big eyebrows under a prominent forehead, her nose long and pointy, a black spot above her lips and another under them.

A fiercely intense expression on her face as she took the measure of the girls with her deeply dark hazel eyes and smirked, the earrings and trinkets in her ears and the many rings adorning her long nailed fingers rang like bells as she opened her arms and made a small gesture of reverence and spoke with a thick accent.

“Welcome! Welcome to Mistress Vadoma’s house! How can I pleasantly and humbly serve two young beautiful women like you?”

“Well... I’m Gina and this is my friend Tammy, pleased to meet you, Mistress!” giggled Gina. “And we would want like to kinda know like... our future, I guess?”

The medium gave a gentle nod and offered them seats in front of the table, the two women sat, Tammy slower and with her arms still crossed.

Vadoma sat after they had, with enough of a flourish to make her skirt fly in the air and her earnings ring, she pulled a deck of cards from the sleeve of her dress and began to shuffle, looking directly at Tammy.

“I can see that your friend doesn’t want to be here.” she said, dryly.

Gina laughed.

“She’s a skeptic!”

Tammy rolled her eyes and Vadoma smirked.

“We all are until we see magic with our own eyes... or feel it in our flesh...” she spoke with pomposity and grimness, but it didn’t seem to have an effect and that made her lips curl. “Nobody escapes a well deserved fate, after all... but tell me, sweet girls... what is it that you want to know?” she began putting cards upside down on the small table, one card for each word. “Fate... fortune... love...” she put the last card down. “Perhaps death herself...”

Her smile was sharp and wide, she loved the show, but Tammy remained unimpressed and leaned back in her seat.

“Shouldn’t you ask that before putting the cards down?”

A faint shade of red crossed Vadoma’s cheeks, either of rage or shame or both, Gina frowned and quickly stroked her friends shoulder.

“Stop it!”

Tammy sighed.

“Okay...” she mumbled.

Gina regained her smile as she looked at the medium.

“Please, continue, Mistress, fortune would be fine.”

Vadoma cleared her throat.

“Sure! Fortune, gold, silver, gems and jewelry! Choose a card!”

Gina pointed at one of the upside-down cards, Vadoma raised it up and all the women, including Tammy, leaned forward to see it.

It had a drawing of a balance scale, without much on either side.

“Is that good?” asked Gina.

“Neither good, or bad, my dear,” explained Vadoma. “It means that your finances will be stable, but going looking for riches may cause you imbalance.”

Tammy snorted.

“If you don’t do stupid things with your money you will not lose it, I could have predicted that without using Magic: The Gathering cards.”

The medium tapped her lips with the card.

“You have a problem, girl?” her voice had a tone of menace, but once more it didn’t seem to have any effect.

“With hoaxers? Lots of them.”

“I don’t force people to enter my tent.”

“Or to give you money, either?”

Gina raised her arms.

“Please, enough!”

Vadoma narrowed her eyes, piercing Tammy with them.

“You want to know something, girl?”

Tammy smirked.

“Of course, how about: How much is this dumb crap going to cost so we can leave?”

The medium stood up from the table, red with rage.

“How dare you!”

“What?” chuckled Tammy. “You gonna curse me or something?”

“I...! YES! Indeed! You insolent brat!” Vadoma wasn’t fully aware of what she was doing when she pointed at Tammy with her finger, she was just moved by the pressure of the moment. “In the name all my ancestors I doom you!”

The girl laughed at her face.

“Specifics are never the strength of people like you, are they?”

Vadoma swung her finger like a spear and her lips and tongue untied as she cursed tainted words that could and would ruin someone.

“You will disappear from humanity, leaving a trace, but no clue! You will become insignificant, miserably regretting your foul mouth, small and disgusting and beyond hope! You will not escape from that existence, because such is the only fate you deserve!”

Her breath was heavy, her cheeks bright red, she saw her wide open eyes in the silver medallion.

Silence... teeth clenched, a tug right in the middle of the crotch...

Tammy got up and looked at the medium.

“Yeah? And you can go eat shit!”

“Leave my tent...!” barked Vadoma. “LEAVE!”

The scream finally got an effect from Tammy, scaring her enough to grab Gina’s hand and run away from the cursed tent.

The goat bleated in their path, it took them half a minute to reach the noise of the fair.

Their hands separated, they looked away from each other.

“Geez... Tammy...” sighed.

“I’m sorry, but I just can’t stand that scamming scum.”

“It was just for fun, couldn’t you just roll with it?”

“Sorry...”

“Sigh... you know what worries me the most?”

“What?”

“That she may have actually cursed you, that’s how Gypsy curse stories work...”

“Don’t be silly, that old bitch couldn’t even curse her own ass!”

“She seemed pretty legit to me.”

"Because you are a dummy who wants to believe?”

“Didn’t you feel that... weird feeling? When she was casting the curse?”

Tammy shrugged.

“Nah.”

“You can be so dense sometimes...”

“You know what’s dense? Cotton candy!”

Both girls laughed and returned to the fair, the dusk still hadn’t arrived and there was plenty of fun things to do, see and eat around, enough to make them forget about the curse.

...

Children whined in the distance, the cries of a baby reached the kitchen, drowning the ringing cellphone on the table.

The vibrations made the device move, dangerously moving going closer and closer to the edge, the word Mom flashing on the screen.

A hand came just in time, catching the phone in mid air as it began to fall.

Clara patted the back of the baby she was holding with one hand and picked up the call with the other, putting the phone to her ear.

“Yes? Mom?”

On the other end of the line, inside the tiny caravan, Vadoma was also holding a phone with one hand, the other being used to take off her shoes.

“Fucking things... Oh, hey, yes, it’s me sweetheart, just calling to check everything is fine.”

The baby in Clara’s arms stopped crying and curled up against her mother’s chest.

“Mom, don’t curse please.”

“Sorry, sorry...” Vadoma took off her skirt, letting the fabric fall onto the messy floor of the caravan, the space was barely enough for a person to live, all in one room, from the kitchen, to the TV, to the couch in front of the TV, the only noticeable real commodity seem to be the shower in the corner. “Well then? You had a nice day?”

“Eh, kinda... You didn’t have a good one, I guess?”

Vadoma stopped scratching her belly, some of her dense pubic bush poked out of her wide black panties.

“What? No. Why?”

“Because you only call when you have crappy days...” Vadoma didn’t answer. “Mom, are you there?”

“Sorry, sorry, taking off this... stupid shirt...” Vadoma’s voice said from the distance as she stripped to her underwear, leaving the shirt hanging from the kitchen sink before grabbing the cellphone again. “”Nah, you’re wrong, I had a good day.”

“I don’t need to be a witch to know that’s a lie.”

“Well... there were these two girls...”

“Of course...”

“One of them was a total bitch, you know? Total snobby bitch. She just came in, looking for trouble, making fun of me.”

“Maybe if you stopped tricking people.”

“I don’t trick people, I just gave them some spectacle, some hope, there’s no harm.”

“Mom...”

“You loved it when you where a child.”

“Because I was dumb child, but now I’m an adult woman that has to take care of dumb children... Sigh... and then?”

“Well, I cursed her, of course, you don’t make fun of Mistress Vadoma.”

“Sounds like you gave them a good show... couldn’t it be the last?”

Vadoma’s free fingers began to fiddle with the fastening of her big white bra.

“You’re going to say it again...”

“What do you want me to do? You are getting old, mom, reality is checking in, just sell that stupid trailer and come to the city to live with us, you’ve got a room, John is OK with it despite how shitty you were to him, you know that. Stop pretending to be a funfair clown and be the grandma you are supposed to be? It’s not that crazy...”

With a snap the bra opened and Vadoma liberated her mammaries from their restraint, the massive tits sagged slightly, the areolas were large and the nipples were big and round.

Vadoma fondled her right boob as she talked.

“You could respect your mother, her craft and your ancestors traditions a bit more!”

“Having a Romanian great-grandmother doesn’t make you a witch, mom... Talking with you is like being in a loop... Look, I’m just saying you should stop throwing curses because someday it might spring back right in your ass.”

Those words made Vadoma feel another kick in the crotch, just like in the tent, her hopes of healing some of her hurt pride vanished, she pushed away the vision of a calm life as a grandma and stood there, half naked, in her small, sad, messy, lonely house, holding the phone tightly.

“Then that shall be my fate!”

“OK, damn, don’t get mad... Sigh... well, anything else? Are you fine?”

For a very brief moment Vadoma remembered seeing her eye in the silver of the medallion, she shuddered again... and then a cry from the other end of the phone line shook the chill from her shoulders...

“Shit! Sorry, mom! Damian just puked!”

“Oh, no worries, sweetheart, I’m completely fine,gonna jump into the shower and then eat something while watching TV.”

“That’s nice, mom, sorry, have to go...!”

“Sure, no problem, have a good night, kisses for the kids... tell John I said hello... and...”

The line cut, Vadoma was left alone her in lonely home...

She left the phone in the kitchen, on the sink, and scratched her crotch and then smelt her fingers, she yawned and removed her panties.

The woman walked in front of the mirror in the front of the wardrobe near the bed, she began to work her many rings, and earrings, the headscarf still wrapped around her frizzy hair.

When the headscarf was off she shook her hair and looked at her voluptuous naked self in the mirror.

“This is what a woman looks like!” she chuckled and slapped her chubby belly.

Ready for a shower she jumped into it, closed the door and turned on the tap.

Hot water rained down on her head and she melted with a moan, closing her eyes with delight as the flow fondled every secret corner of her body.

As she washed hair and skin insidious nibbling thoughts slid inside her mental frame, spooky ideas, terrible images... but the water felt so good, she bit her lips, focused on one of those frightening scenes.

She saw herself, the great Mistress Vadoma, standing proud before starting to shrink.

Clothes grew baggy as she tried to hold onto them, as her size gradually reduced in front of everybody, panties felt between the legs, soon followed by a skirt.

Under the water she moaned, she fondled her nipples, fingers tangled in her pubic hair.

Clothes dropping, exposing her, utter shame and despair, humiliation, with a mockingly high voice she begged but nobody listened.

Masturbating in the shower, gasping, her back against the wall, a leg lifted to make the fingering easier.

The tiny woman in the pile of clothes in her mind was also masturbating, unashamed, beyond help, nobody noticed, she kept shrinking away, so, so small.

Insignificant...

Like a bug...

She screamed in pleasure at the orgasms, then a shout of pain and surprise as her feet slipped and her ass met the wet floor.

Vadoma breathed heavy under the cascading water, her heart beating fast, she shook her head, she pushed back the wet hair covering her head.

“Fuck my life...” she sighed.

With some slippery difficulty she lifted herself up and turned off the shower.

She got out, leaving naked moist steps on the floor, with both a towel and annoyance she began dry her skin... until...

“Auch!”

Her finger tip touched something hard and pointy on her back, she kept touching around until she found the culprit again, a tiny dark hair that had pierced her skin.

“Goddammit!”

Cursing herself she picked at the hair and pulled it until it came out and made her utter another shout of pain, while cursing she finished drying her skin, missing another three dark hairs that were slowly protruding out of her pores near the hole left by the one she removed.

Vadoma pulled on a pair of plain white panties and after that slipped into her pajamas, pants and shirt, big, stretchy, comfy and without any trace of mystical glamour.

The fridge was the last stop, the interior of the machine was a pretty empty and a desolate sight, but she found some leftovers from yesterday or maybe the the yesterday before that: Chicken and some pasta.

She put it all in an almost clean bowl decorated with some pansy like flowers, picked up a fork and moved her ample ass to her throne, the sofa in front of the TV.

Her eyes were dazzled by the flickering lights, her fingers missed the fork and slide inside the slimy food, grabbing, squeezing.

They lifted the food while her eyes kept looking at the screen, her mouth opened and the fingers pushed the food inside.

Vadoma chewed mindlessly, pushing more food inside her jaw, loudly nibbling the pasta and the meat and when she tried to swallow it became stuck in her throat.

She choked and convulsed, she gurgled on the sofa and the food that she had so eagerly shoveled into her mouth came out as puke into the bowl.

Tongue out, gasping for the exhaustion, she look at the disgusting vomit in the bowl.

Dazzled eyes and mind.

The woman leaned forward and began to suck the warm mess, sipping, and licking, pouring forward her lips, until the only stain left on the walls of the bowl was her saliva.

She finished with a loud slurp and the bowl dropping from her knees to the floor.

Brain boiling, she leaned back on the sofa, feeling the seat press against the pointy hairs on her back, she didn’t close her eyes, yet she fell into a dream.

The bright flicker of the TV gave way the deepest and most oppressive of darkness.

She couldn’t see, could barely breathe, she feel warped, trapped, her entire body compressed between tight moist walls, she felt them with the skin of her naked body.

Her voluptuousness trapped in that dark space, so small that she couldn’t even hear her own shouts.

It was cold, it crushing, she shook, she did the only thing she could and began to bite the walls.

They were soft, and luckily almost tasteless, Vadoma move her jaws in despair, eating and swallowing as she slid her compressed body forward, feeling the certainly repugnant juices of the walls dripping between her ample breasts and buttocks and chubby legs.

With excruciating effort she dragged herself to the top and pushed herself through the final membrane.

Her face pressed against the fibres as she let out a despairing scream and came out through to the other side.

The light was blinding.

She didn’t feel her arms or her legs.

She tried to look around but only saw foggy figures, distorted black, as she slowly came to her senses.

As naked as she could be she was laying there in the middle of the open wounds of a corpse.

Small and tiny and impotent.

That word she hate so much.

Insignificant.

Panic took hold of her, she yelled, she yelled as much as she could, straining her throat but making no sound, as the blurry shadows of flies danced above her head.

Vadoma open her eyes and groaned.

“Gooooaaaaagh...”

Soaked in feverish sweat, eyes yellow, pale and gaunt, her throat so dry it hurt.

“Oh, godooobleeeergh...”

Sobbing and sniffing she began to lift herself up from the couch, a shout.

“AAAAAARGH!”

The pointy hairs sticking out of her back had pierced both the fabric of her pajamas’ shirt and the couch, painfully and with a velcro like sound she detached herself from the couch and gave a couple of insecure naked steps.

“Is... Happening... to meeeEEEEEEEEEE!”

Screaming didn’t liberate Vadoma from the frustration, her dirty hands moved around, they touched the hairs, they grabbed the pajamas’ neck and pulled it down.

“Help...! HELP! HEEEEEEEEEEELP!”

Vadoma’s hand landed inside her pants and then inside the panties, she could feel her sex boiling, pulsating, pants began to slid down, revealing her butt.

Knees fell to the floor as she touched her hairy crotch.

Her stomach trembled and her sore cunt loosened, she unloaded herself in her hands, moaning in horrific pleasure.

“Oooooooh... Aaaaaaahhhhh!”

Breathing heavily, crying sweatily, she raised her arms and saw her palms covered in a sticky white substance, her fingers shook in utter terror when they squeezed one of the almost indistinguishable eggs.

Growling she tried to clean herself using the dirty pajama top until the pain made her grab her side and lean forward with a grunt.

Crackling gross snapping and piercing sounds hid her sobbing as from the sides she held emerged things that pushed away her hands.

Vadoma dropped forward, into her misery, into her transformation and onto the floor as she fell onto all fours and clenched her teeth, looking forward, grinning with clenched teeth as she noticed that her body was shaking as two new limbs emerged from her body.

The hairy dark bug legs moved up and down, ripping her messed up pyjamas even more.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!”

She didn’t want to see as she got back up onto her knees and removed her shirt, tearing what was left of it.

Her breasts bounced free and more cries occurred when she felt the stiff hairs of the black bug legs piercing their skin.

Holding her breath she managed to make the new legs stop moving and gave them a long, disgusted and incredulous look, even daring to tap them.

They were clearly coming from her body, having ripped the skin from inside.

Hyperventilating, she frantically touched around her body, feeling the many hairs that were sprouting from her back, a lock of her sweaty hair was falling, another stab of pain as the next phase of her horrid merciless metamorphosis began.

With a chorus of screams her legs moved apart as her dark vaginal lips swelled and grew, shaving her pubic hair.

Her left eye also began to torment her, turning as red as blood, her vision breaking and fragmenting into many distorted colors.

 “Please...! Please! Stop! HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEGL!”

Vadoma slid out of her pants, noticing a considerable weight between her legs, she tried to get up, to take a step, but immediately dropped back onto her knees, this time feeling the dirty floor on her pussy.

More of her human hair dropped as the other growth continued, not just on her back, on her shoulders, above her ass, between her tits.

The bug legs helped her to stand as she put herself back down onto all fours, moaning in displeasure as her absurdly swollen sex grew forward into segmented abdominal tergites, each new segment being followed by a louder moan.

“Somebody! ANYBODY! MY BODY! MY BODYYYYYYY!”

Nails scratched on the floor and were lost, black hairs piercing skin in arms and legs.

More of her hair fell, she tapped the floor with her two bug legs as her human limbs continued the process of becoming like them, ripping and shedding skin, revealing the hard darkness of an insect.

It took tremendous effort for her to raise herself back up onto two legs.

What was left of Vadoma walked forward, dragging her dirty panties around one of her thin legs, crying in utter despair, losing more skin and hair with every step.

Her deformed shape had been shrinking in a continual loss of mass as her form was irreparably shifted towards a less than desirable end.

The changes had been specially cruel with her lower body, which by now was almost completely morphed into that of a female fly, with a large dark abdomen between thin legs.

She was reaching midget size when she looked down and saw there were no human legs or sex.

“A fly... fucking fly... Gods no I can’t... not that... DARK GODS! I beg you, forgive my words... anything, anything but this... I regret it all! I will stop! I will change! Don’t make me end up as a damn shit bug! Aaaaah! AAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

Seemingly in answer to her pleas two wings burst out of her back, destroying what little was left of the skin around that area.

The translucent wings flapped, pushing her forwards to take some more steps until she reached the base of the kitchen sink.

More bug than woman, a misshapen half-fly gnome with the torso of a balding lady attached to the top, a ruined lady with one big red insect eye which she couldn’t even blink.

Looking up she saw that the sink was so far up, gulping and salivating she put her hairy legs on the surface and began to climb, little by little, all that was left of her hair falling off along with one of her proud boobs, her wings flapping in anticipation.

She reached the top smaller than a small dog.

With no knees to collapse onto she got down all sixes and crawled across the surface as a real bug would, what she nearly was.

The cellphone wasn’t too far away, Vadoma thanked the dark powers transforming her for allowing her bug leg to press the recall button.

Her daughter took quite a while, long enough that Vadoma lost her other breast, the voice of the woman sounded loud and sleepy, vibrating all over the shrinking transforming body of the soon to be fly.

“Mom...? Do you know what hour it is?”

Vadoma tried to speak, but her voice sounded small and disjointed, the flapping of her wings didn’t help either.

“ZZZZZZfateeeee... meeeeeeeezzzzzzz... chanzeeeeeeeeee...! Duuuzzz wannaaaaazzzzzzzzz...! Fllyyyyyzzzzzz!”

Her daughter yawned before answering.

“There’s interference or something?”

“Zzzzzzzzzuuuuuu... I zuuuuuu yuuuuuu... Zorrryyy! ZOURRYZZZZZZ!”

The raw despair of Vadoma’s vanishing voice failed to reach her daughter.

“What’s going on? Mom, are you OK?”

Vadoma could feel her vocal cords snapping.

“Zorrrrrrrrryyyyy... Pliiiiiiiizzzzzzz... Nouzzzzzz... fuzzzzz bugzzzzzzz... Forizzzzzzz.... zzzzzzzzzz!”

Wings keep flapping, voice failed, Vadoma clenched her face, salivating, wanting to let out a the loudest of screams as her fly head destroyed what remained of her human face.

The big compound bug eyes, the sucking tube, the many little insectile parts...

“Look, mom, I can’t hear you very well and it’s pretty late... I will call you tomorrow morning, so... just go to sleep, OK? Just go to sleep, we’ll talk later...”

The line went dead, the fly’s wings stopped vibrating.

In front of a picture of her own smiling human face the bug shrank and shrank until only a big hairy black fly was left.

Big by the standard of flies, even female ones, insignificant to almost everybody else, including herself, she didn’t need her cursed cards to see what her future was going to be from now on.

A fly in that barely house like place, a fly that knew too well what her fate was, as her human mind disintegrated into instinct and fragments of memory.

A fly that knew she wasn’t alone... and the shards of her lost human self grieved in the grotesque horror of what that meant...

...

Her daughter continued to worry when her mother didn’t pick up the phone, by noon that same day, the noon by which time Vadoma had forever disappeared, she travelled to the caravan.

Clara didn’t have any trouble getting in, apart from the smell that made her take a step back.

Inside she only found mess and trash.

Her mother’s last clothes, the ones not turned into torn scraps of cloth, lay on the floor, dirty, disgustingly dirty, the panties covered by something sticky.

Around she saw dry skin, almost dust, hair, a bowl with the remnants of what seemed to be licked puke.

Her nose curled, she didn’t notice when her feet stepped on a shard of skin that seemed to form a face.

Near the sink she found the cellphone, dirty as everything else in the place, her mother’s face on the screen, with a stupidly smug smile, as if she had actually been a real witch with real powers.

Looking through the cellphone she found pictures of her mother with her children, Vadoma as a normal woman, an almost decent grandmother and not some silly medium, a Vadoma happy and wholesome.

The life she could and should have chosen...

She put the phone against her chest and look down again at the empty pants on the floor.

A terrible chill bit her spine... the back of her mind knew... something horrible had happened to her mother...

Something frightening, utterly humiliating, irreparable.

Something terrible and deserved.

The magnitude of it was such that she couldn’t grasp and yet she was sure she didn’t want to know.

She gulped, she heard a buzz in her ears.

Looking to the side she saw some decomposing fruit, two flies were on top of the rotten food, a small one on top of a very dark and fat one, the two shamelessly copulating just like the pair of bugs they just were.

With a final straw of disgust the daughter waved her hand over the fruit, the flies buzzed and did what they do.

The daughter hastily left the caravan, not looking back.

The flies danced around in the bright light of noon.